She was terrified that people would target Song Lian. Those who craved his destiny but could not obtain it would surely resort to despicable means to harm him.
The Heavenly Doctor's Mandate was a destiny pattern even more precious than her own—like fine, aged liquor that had been cellared for a hundred years, a vintage everyone wanted a taste of.
But Song Lian was just an ordinary man; he was no match for those Taoists, let alone the treacherous evil spirit masters. What was she to do? The word was already out; she feared she wouldn't be able to keep their mouths shut this time.
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